Severin
“Dude, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Atlas, my business partner, said.
“I may have,” I ground out.
It can’t be her. She changed. She wasn’t the petite girl who clung to my body as we rode on my Harley. She was a woman with curves in all the right places. My mind was playing tricks on me. I barely saw her face because of the baseball cap. I’d bet my soul there were waves of blonde hair under that hat.
“Wait a second, Luther,” I told my driver.
I had to see for myself.
“Dude! What the hell?”
She vanished out of my life over five years ago and broke up with me via letter while I was in the hospital. Briar couldn’t wait for me. Why did she show up now? Was it because of that stupid award?
The rush of people on the street as they left the office s
